FROM 



GREENLAND'S ICY MOONTAINS. 



BY 



REGINALD HEBER 



20 ILLUSTRATIONS BY 
FREDERIC B. SCHELL. 



( SEP 29 1884 I 



PORTER & COATES, 
PHILADELPHIA. 



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Copyright, 

1884, 

By Porter & Coates 



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DRAWN BY FREDERIC B. SCHELL. 



ENGRAVED UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF JAMES \V. LAUDERBACH. 



SUBJbCT. 

Illustrated Title 



Head-piece .... 

Vignette ..... 

" From Greenland's Icy Mountains 

"From India's Coral Strand" 

" Where Africa's Sunny Fountains 

"From many an Ancient River" 



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ILLUSTRATIONS 



Subject. 

"From many a Palmy Plain" 
"What though the Spicy Breezes" 
"Though every Prospect Pleases" 
"In Vain with Lavish Kindness" 
" The Heathen in his Blindness" 
" Can we, whose Souls are Lighted 
"Can we to Men Benighted" 
"Salvation, oh Salvation" 
"Till each Remotest Nation" 
" Waft, Waft, ye Winds, His Story 
"Till like a Sea of Glory" . 
"Till o'er our Ransom'd Nature" 
"Redeemer, King, Creator" . 



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Greenland's 

icy mountains, 



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India's 



coral strand, 




T A THERE Afric's sunny fountains 



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Roll down their golden sand, 




From many an ancient river, 




TpROM many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 



Their land from Error's chain. 




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HAT though the spicy breezes 
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 




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' I ^HOUGH every prospect pleases, 






And only man is vile? 




N vain with lavish kind- 



The gifts of God are 
strown : 



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HE heathen, in his blindness, 
Bows down to wood and stone. 




r^AN we, whose souls are lighted 
With wisdom from on hisrh — 



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/^^AN we to men be 
nighted 
The lamp 
of life 
deny? 







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OALVATION! O Salvation! 
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ILL each remotest nation 
Has learnt Messiah's Name. 




\ AT AFT, waft, ye 

winds, His story, 



And you, ye waters, roll. 




' I 'ILL like a sea of glory 

It spreads from pole to pole- 






ILL o'er our ransom'd 
nature 
The Lamb for sinners slain, 



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TDEDEEMER, King, Creator, 
^ In bliss returns to reign. 



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